The days are longer now, the cold seems to fade with the darkness.
Screaming Jason rages near the bus stop… cold and hungry and unapproachable.
The huddled masses are mainly silent waiting patiently the melt, except for Jason and Irene.
Irene who has made the bus shelter at Queen and Jameson her home this winter; she has not been silent either. Hers is the voice of suffering and will not be silenced yet.
I have been having trouble sleeping in my bed in the warm and cozy. Imagine?